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This morning I preached at The Church of the Holy Apostles. It is probably the only time I will preach there. I made the commitment to preach before I got the appointment to St. Paul’s UMC.

Each day is a new adventure. I am working at Holy Apostles about one day a week and about 10 hours a week at St. Paul’s. I think my hours at St. Paul’s will increase after the first of the year, but we will see what happens.

In the mean time, my mom keeps me busy. We made a bunch of food before Thanksgiving and sent most it home with my siblings. So, seeing an empty freezer, my mom felt the need to cook. This week we made 12 quarts of chicken soup, 10 dozen rolls and 8 quarts of spaghetti sauce. (say it fast and it sound like the 12 days of Christmas). In addition I made fudge, apple cake and cookies. I think we are ready for anything.

I will try to continue to write about the psalms. I never realized how many unique psalms there are. And by unique I mean kinda weird and not really very meaningful for me. Psalm 45 is one of those. It is a fairly long song talking about a wonderful King. Since I can’t imagine says the psalm to Barack Obama, I am not sure what to do with it. It says it is a wedding song. enjoy.

My heart bursts its banks,
spilling beauty and goodness.
I pour it out in a poem to the king,
shaping the river into words:

2-4 “You’re the handsomest of men;
every word from your lips is sheer grace,
and God has blessed you, blessed you so much.
Strap your sword to your side, warrior!
Accept praise! Accept due honor!
Ride majestically! Ride triumphantly!
Ride on the side of truth!
Ride for the righteous meek!

4-5 “Your instructions are glow-in-the-dark;
you shoot sharp arrows
Into enemy hearts; the king’s
foes lie down in the dust, beaten.

6-7 “Your throne is God’s throne,
ever and always;
The scepter of your royal rule
measures right living.
You love the right
and hate the wrong.
And that is why God, your very own God,
poured fragrant oil on your head,
Marking you out as king
from among your dear companions.

13-15 (Her wedding dress is dazzling,
lined with gold by the weavers;
All her dresses and robes
are woven with gold.
She is led to the king,
followed by her virgin companions.
A procession of joy and laughter!
a grand entrance to the king’s palace!)

16-17 “Set your mind now on sons—
don’t dote on father and grandfather.
You’ll set your sons up as princes
all over the earth.
I’ll make you famous for generations;
you’ll be the talk of the town
for a long, long time.”

With all that people feel compelled to do to get ready for Christmas, I wonder if you have made it through this post. Blessings and peace on your day.